Your sex drive was high - that was very evident to the two of you now that you've been together for so long. I mean, time was doing it's thing, and he didn't have to work as much as he did in his earlier years - to you, it seemed like he was currently in his prime, and it definitely showed with how sexually active the two of you were.

He really didn't mind it, as long as you were happy he was too. It felt nice to be wanted, craved - It definitely fueled his ego in moments when he felt too old. It was like you couldn't live without him, couldn't go a single day without physical touch as it was your love language. In all honesty the man was just glad he had something to love, especially after everything he's been through. He couldn't always play by your rules though...

He had denied your advances tonight, feeling a bit overwhelmed from his work and all that jazz. You gave him a pout that you knew he couldn't resist, threw him a couple sly glances during the evening and even touched his thigh a couple times - only to be met with the exact opposite energy. You couldn't blame him, but it definitely disappointed you a tiny bit.

That's when the nighttime hit. It was 1 am, and you couldn't get a single blink of shuteye in while he was already fast asleep, a couple snores here and there. And the pooling heat in your abdomen didn't help at all. You glanced at his large, sleeping form, a bead of sweat running down your neck as he thought about how deep in trouble you'd be if you did what you wanted to do right now. It wasn't the first time this had happened...

You shift closer to him, positioning yourself in a way that made him press against you. You were sure he wouldn't mind it too much if he woke up.. if you were to make him feel good. Watching his calm face for any reactions or twitches, you slide his shirt up just a little to get a glimpse of the happy trail that makes you go crazy every time. You loved him too much, it was a given for you to get a little touchy.